I am being forced to relax.
I have been charging around preparing to move house and it has become clear when I am in flow and when I am not.
Yesterday my timing turned out to be perfect.
I wanted to rush out of the studio, but my son hadn’t finished his sandwich.
I realized I could make a choice. I could either be agitated, or accept.
I wandered over to a discarded looking equipment rack and was admiring it.
Next moment in walks Guy Farley, the composer. “Hello Mr T that’s a nice rack isn’t it” he greeted me, “do you like it”?
“Is it yours”? I said.
“Yes, do you want it”?
“Wow, wow, that’s so cool, I need something like this for my new studio”. I said.
“Well you would be doing me a huge favour if you took it away”.
I realized in that moment, if I had left the building and rushed my son through his lunch the meeting would NEVER have happened!
We exchanged other gifts too. I gave Guy a book and he gave me a CD of the beautiful music he wrote for the film Mogidliani. Check it out, it’s AWESOME.
Then on the way home I broke a tooth.
I pulled a porcelain crown of the drop of my tooth with a toffee.
Today, I am in a holding pattern outside a dentist in Biggleswade.
They just called me and asked me to come a half hour later.
I am being forced to relax.
Who am I?
Where am I going?
I don’t know!
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
May 20th, 2009 at 11:58 pm
Somehow the Tao / Zen of your son’s action or ‘being’ allowed the good to follow. Think about it, how the Zen / Taoist books speak of ‘eat when hungry, sleep when tired’ when the zealous student begs them for enlightenment. There is greatness in some of the simplest of things. Even a sandwich. I suppose Christians such as I could also call it: “God’s reward for being a good dad”. Karma folks would say, you ‘played it forward’, and next was your reward. : )